the rival

Posted by anya on November 16th, 2010 filed in Uncategorized

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,

And your first gift is making stone out of everything.
I wake to a mausoleum; you are here,
Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes,
Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous,
And dying to say something unanswerable.

The moon, too, abuses her subjects,
But in the daytime she is ridiculous.
Your dissatisfactions, on the other hand,
Arrive through the mailslot with loving regularity,
White and blank, expansive as carbon monoxide.

No day is safe from news of you,
Walking about in Africa maybe, but thinking of me.

(thanks to Jessica to introducing me to this beautiful poem of Plath’s – I’d somehow missed it)

One Response to “the rival”

  1. me Says:

    as much as appreciate a little Plath now and then. i have been checking structuredmoments every day since october in hopes of catching a glimpse into your life east of vancity. promise me your next post will be more personal AND the interval between posts will be shortened. significantly. thanks.

    love. yours truly.

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